I am a very cynical Christian. I try my best to be honest, no matter the cost. I appreciate compliments, but I do not need them -- I'm here to do work and praise God. I will correct grammar. I am a political centerist. Also, 4 out of 5 dentists agree that I can be a smartass. I am also the head of an unannounced UDK project.
Posted by Reqieumthefallen on Jul 10th, 2012
The clouds were like cotton balls. The air was cooler up here, you wouldn't think it was summer from way up here. Not that anybody else was up here besides Zod and Clark.
Clark couldn't believe he was flying, free and beyond the world. It was like breathing, for the first time. Feeling the oxygen go through your lungs, then go out to the rest of your body.
Zod's impatience didn't get lightened by the flight, though. Clark would have spent hours just gliding if Zod hadn't ordered they get to New York as soon as possible.
Even then, it still was hard to feel annoyed when Clark could do flips and bounds on a whim.
“How is this even possible?” Clark asked as they flew over a thundercloud.
“Do I look like a biologist to you?” was Zod's only reply.
It was then that New York came into view, it's skyline reaching upward like an army of spindly fingers.
“I need to do this by myself. Can you keep a holding pattern over that building?” Clark said, pointing to a particularly tall one.
“Fine, but be quick about it. Your training isn't over yet, Clark,” Zod said, flying off to the building.
“Alright, now where did I leave that envelope?” Clark asked himself, checking his pockets. After a moment, he found the one in question. “Alright Harley, hope you're there...”
More coming tommorrow!